We live all our lives in cages. Each of us, be we a slave or be we a king, call a prison our home. The prison is that which gives us shelter. It is our society. We answer to the call of our peers, and we take our place within the structures of humanity around us. We are the ticking cogs within a machine that contains us. We are protected by its housings, even as we are driven forward by the gears about us through no choice of our own. There is no such thing as freedom.
